Luyện nghe bài hát Black Faces

[Featuring: Hussle]

[Intro: Hussle]
Turn beat up for me
Really everything, the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin

1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but I own businesses
Started out the trunk, up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, thats a big
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me
Im really out here on some shit, you take a flick
on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big in my vision and
I aint failed yet, bout a dollar yes
Im a problem, test, its only getting worse
I swear Im getting money, I just hope you gettin
Im killin solo so you know Im gettin more
Now that young on the chorus, go

[Childish - Chorus]
This is for real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good
This is for my grandma, this is for West side
This is for them talkin shit on a website
Damn I good, you aint feelin nothin
This is for my niggas who be livin dime a
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got aces
On young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces

Gambino - break]
Yeah, faces
My rolly so racist, all faces
Obama on million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, faces
Look, yo I got
Yo, turn, turn it up a
Ay, here we go,

[Verse 2: Gambino]
of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your
Niggas talk on twitter, but in life they say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black
We the new, face it, kill em Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need
what you feelin like, used to be the nervous type
They aint mention Bino? Man that shit be a purpose, right?
Hostile, my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Rockwell
I eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I dont fly coach now, say I fly
Leave a face covered in coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell em the
M Fox to my people on some family
Magazines got faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was to survive
wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin over one percent
Like we a milk glass
Fuck yall, Imma let my grandkids
Look to the future, these dudes so week
See me stuntin so Nasty
Me and on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black

[Childish Gambino -
Ay, nigga, faces
Black
Thats royalty,